Unemployed
I sit here wondering
What to say
My words exhausted
Throughout the day
The kids they ask me
What have I done
Hows my day gone
Have I had fun
To this my reply
Its always the same
Been down the dole
Passed the day in vain
After working
All my life to date
I never thought
OF this my fate
It makes you think
What its all been for
Stuck on the dole
At forty four
I used to see them
Hanging around
Layabouts,scum
There's work to be found
But now I find
I,m in there place
Being out of work
Is no disgrace
It hurts you when
You truly know,At my time of life
No one wants to know,
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